Chapter 8 First Encounter or Reunion? My past life's happiness and pain...
Andra lowered her head, and a few playful petals drifted out from her hair. They floated gently down onto the azure stone bricks, creating invisible ripples.
"call."
Eleanor couldn't help but hold her breath.
When the young lover comes into view again, the scene from memory gently overlaps with the present moment, transcending decades of time.
She blinked, focusing her attention on the top of Andra's head, where a line of golden text slowly appeared.
Andra
Eleanor breathed a sigh of relief: her superpower to see through people's true names and potential hadn't disappeared, and she had gained an even more mysterious ability.
She touched the pendant on her chest, and the double-petaled marigold from her past life had truly transformed into the six-petaled flower in her dream.
Now that she has successfully returned to the past, the promise made by the gods in the dream must also be true: six lives and six opportunities to go back six days in each life.
Whew... Keep it up!
Eleanor silently encouraged herself: I will never repeat the same mistake in this life.
The petite princess loosened the pendant and peeked out from behind her sister.
She gazed deeply at Andra, her eyes like those of a lover offering flowers at a grave, capturing all her reluctance in that single look.
Whether it was happiness or suffering in my past life, it all bore your name.
Andra.
Let's end this life where we began.
The little princess lowered her eyes and said timidly to the girl kneeling on the ground, "You don't need to do this. I... I don't actually need so many personal guards."
"Hmm?" Andra and Misella looked up at the same time. Her sharp gaze made people want to back away, and her golden eyes seemed to burn with ghostly fire.
not good!
Eleanor suddenly recalled more details.
The reason she asked her mother for Andra back then, besides being envious of the hostage's golden name and handsome face, was mainly because—Andra was being bullied by Myrcella at the time!
In her past life, she was familiar with the trope of villains bullying others and then getting slapped in the face by the protagonist, so of course she wouldn't let her third sister do such a foolish thing... Wait, is it really true that Misella's death has nothing to do with Andra?
Eleanor pondered for a few seconds but couldn't find anything suspicious.
After all, Myrcella died on the battlefield, and Andra loved her deeply in her previous life, so it's unlikely she would risk harming her blood-related sister.
She buried her small doubts in her heart and began to consider the situation: "Yesterday" I announced in front of everyone that I would make Andra my personal bodyguard, but today I stood by my sister's side and told her to go back... Doing this will definitely make people resent me!
Even if we can't be lovers, we can't be enemies.
Eleanor gritted her teeth and rolled half her body out from behind her sister.
"Um, I didn't mean for you to go straight back... From now on, you'll be my personal bodyguard, you can go to the special training ground and live with Manzhu and the others, but..."
The little princess then shyly shrank back behind her sister, and a voice as soft as a mosquito's buzz came from behind Misella: "I'm not used to having too many people around me, I'm sorry."
Is that alright with you?
Eleanor glanced over out of the corner of her eye and saw that Andra's complexion had indeed improved a lot.
The girl kneeling on the ground rose naturally, and even though the little princess had not accepted her allegiance, she still bowed in mid-air as if to kiss her.
“Then please allow me to take my leave, Your Highness.” Andra blinked, her golden irises seeming to shimmer with light. After receiving permission, she turned and strode briskly toward the courtyard.
The girl's departure was swift and clean, her posture like a tall pine tree, leaving everyone present stunned.
After several seconds, Mysella stomped her foot and yelled in dissatisfaction, "What's she acting all high and mighty about? A mere proton, a slave-like creature..."
She thought for a moment, then quietly nudged her sister's shoulder. "Hey, find a chance to call her out so I can give her a good beating."
"Are you really not afraid of death?" Eleanor rolled her eyes at her sister speechlessly.
While Andra is indeed petty, your behavior is truly reckless and would be met with retaliation from any normal person.
Mysella stuck out her tongue and made a face with an innocent expression, clearly not thinking she had done anything wrong, and just treating it as a fun game.
My sister's personality can't be changed in a short time, so it seems the only thing we can do is try to keep her away from Andra.
Eleanor sighed inwardly, tiptoed and whispered in her sister's ear, "Alright, alright, I want to go fishing in a few days. Sis, you need to catch up on your schoolwork lately, otherwise who will play with me if the teacher keeps you after school?"
Her younger sister's soft words whispered in her ear, and Misella's emerald eyes widened like a cat's. She patted her chest and readily agreed, "Okay, then I'll behave myself in front of them these few days, so they won't keep picking on me. Oh no, I forgot to go to class!"
Myrcella let out a wail and dashed out of the garden, disappearing amidst the laughter of the servants.
“Sigh…” Eleanor pursed her lips, her smile bitter.
How could my sister's personality not attract trouble? I wonder how many enemies she made in her past life... Why didn't I pay attention back then?
Eleanor raised her hand blankly and rubbed her temples.
By the way, she had headaches when she was little, and before she was ten, she was always in a daze and didn't want to talk. She couldn't study or exercise, and preferred to lie in bed all day.
The headaches I had in my previous life were cured without medication after I turned ten.
But she met Andra on her tenth birthday, so she had no time to care about anyone else.
Eleanor wiped away the tears that suddenly welled up in her eyes, turned around and tucked in the long sleeves of the nobleman's servant, and said softly, "Coral, can you get me some paper and pen? I want to draw."
"Okay~" Coral touched the little princess's forehead and instructed the servants beside her, "Go and get some papyrus for the princess!"
Eleanor shook her head repeatedly and said, "No, not papyrus, I want parchment, sewn into a book... and the ink has to be the good kind, with mineral powder added."
"Pfft, my little princess~" Coral bowed, knowing she would have to give the other princesses a good talking-to. The parchment used by the royal family is made from high-quality lambskin, and each notebook costs about 10 gold coins to make!
However, since it was the little princess's request, she simply rubbed her cheeks and said indulgently, "Alright, alright, I'll have them go to the library to get it right away."
"Hehe, thank you, sister~" Eleanor instinctively hugged Coral's arm and shook it, only looking at her hands with a sense of realization after the other left.
The coral is still alive.
Her clever, loyal, and brave Coral Sister is still alive.
People like Coral are not slaves; they are usually the second daughters of noble families who grow up alongside children of higher-ranking nobles or royalty.
In fact, when she was in the most dangerous situation in her previous life, Coral could have jumped to another higher branch, or simply packed her bags and went home.
But she didn't, so in the end...
"Your Highness."
"Your Highness Eleanor."
Two calls rang out, one hesitant and the other gentle. No sooner had Coral left than the sisters Thorn and Manju strolled in from under the porch.
Although they are twins, their eyes, hair, and even skin color are slightly different.
Thorn had a slightly darker complexion, and like her mother, she had gray-white hair and bloodshot eyes, while Manzhu—
Eleanor stared, momentarily stunned, at Manju approaching her. The young woman smiled warmly, showing no trace of the melancholy of old age. Her pale reddish-purple eyes resembled blooming violets, and more importantly...
Manzhu's beautiful long golden-red hair had not yet been dyed gray-white to commemorate the thorns.
Did she really dye her hair to commemorate Thorns?
Thinking of Andra's dazzling golden-red hair, Eleanor felt a little afraid to look at Manju any longer.
“Princess Eleanor?” Manju called out the princess’s name affectionately, pulling a rough kite from behind her back. The kite’s frame was made of finely whittled wood, and the outer fabric was linen.
This kite looks rather ugly; it's clearly something the two sisters made by hand. If they had hired a waiter to do it for them, they wouldn't have ended up with such patched-up burlap.
This is......
Eleanor remembered it as soon as she got the kite.
In her past life, she flew kites with Andra and her two sisters. Later, the three of them played too wildly and ran too fast, rolling down the hillside and crawling back with injuries.
Of course, they eventually returned to the palace with Eleanor, chatting and laughing.
Hmm, something seems off? They must have been fighting secretly.
Eleanor noticed something strange: were Andra, Manju, and Thorn really friends in her past life? She had never considered this before.
After all, as a princess, she is naturally the moon in the group, so why would she care about how the stars get along?
Eleanor held the kite and thought for a while. Since they all "fell and got injured" when they went to fly kites together in their previous life, they decided not to go again in this life.
She hugged the kite to her chest and smiled sweetly at Manzhu: "Okay, I'll keep the kite you made by hand. I'm going inside to write in my diary now. You guys stay outside and don't let anyone else in, okay?"
Seeing the little princess's adorable smile, Manzhu couldn't help but smile too.
She quickly pursed her lips seriously, tapped her chest with her fist, and said, "Yes, Your Highness Eleanor." Then she turned and caught up with her sister, and the two of them stood guard on either side of the bedroom door.
At this moment, Coral also took the sheepskin notebook from the waiters and personally laid the diary, sewn from sheepskin, on the table.
After the ink was mixed evenly, all the servants, including Coral, quietly retreated to a corner, allowing the little princess to enjoy her "diary-keeping" time.
They all knew that the princess had suffered from severe headaches since birth and could barely read. Her so-called "diary" was just her using self-created symbols to draw wildly imaginative pictures.
Eleanor handed the kite to Coral, instructing her to store it in her private treasury, then sat down at the table and took a deep breath.
I can finally sort out my memories from my past life!
She opened the cover and drew a long line on the first page of parchment, then circled it to the left.
0, the first year of the Common Era.
A note from the author:
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Regarding hair color and eye color.
The people on this continent are colorful, but they also have certain preferences, bloodlines, and stereotypes.
For example, they believe that black hair is mysterious and noble, red hair is passionate and charming, and blonde hair is innocent and beautiful... The Nolana royal family is mostly black-haired. They are one of the oldest noble bloodlines in the world and are considered to be the inheritors of civilization.
The Hetuya people, who follow the water and grass, are mostly blonde or red-haired, with a more rare variation being a vibrant golden-red. This natural gradient of color is considered a blessing from the goddess, carrying auspicious connotations.
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